1 All that I am I owe to Thee;
Thy wisdom, LORD, has fashioned me;
I give my Maker thankful praise,
Whose wondrous works my soul amaze.
2 E're into being I was brought,
Your eye did see, and in Your thought
My life in all its perfect plan
Was ordered e're my days began.
3 Your thoughts, O God, how manifold,
More precious unto me than gold!
I think on their infinity,
Awaking I am still with Thee.
4 The wicked You will surely slay;
From me let sinners turn away;
They speak against the Name divine;
I count God's enemies as mine.
5 Search me, O God, my heart discern,
Try me, my inmost thought to learn;
And lead me, if in sin I stray,
To choose the everlasting way.
Source: Psalms of Grace #139e